Tufts are small, fist-size knobs of earth sticking up from the Black WaterThe mysterious and deadly water that covered the world at the same time the Sundered Ones appeared, four hundred years... More. They tend to exist in clusters, which makes them deadly to boats but convenient foot-holds.
He straddles the black water, each boot on a different tuft, standing with the easy balance we all must learn or else we die. “There’s something over there!” I hate the tufts— knobs of land sticking out of the water, covered with limp grass like dirty hair. If there are a lot of them, we have to carry the boats.